Lyrics:
knowledge was the barter for bread
And people knew something of what they live for
There's a rope twisted salty and I burn my hands
Defiantly wrapped by
and Tom Joyner
They're doing good in their lives right now
Why would they wanna tear down another brother (tear down)
Women show black men some love
See the day, when men of good will (to lay before the king pa-rum-pum-pum-pum)
Live in peace, live in peace again (rum-pum-pum-pum)
Peace on Earth (so
at all
But that's just the result of me paying attention
To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
Talking strippers and models
politics..)
OF COURSE I'm hard to work with cause you hard to work with
I don't want to meet Insane Clown Posse and collaborate
I'm tryin to innovate
and the work is a bind
My place my time, replaced with crime
Today we have everything on the line
our souls, our goals, our lives, our minds
Everything going
(Dolly Parton)
He's a go getter, go getter
When his wife gets off from work, he'll go get her
Now I've got a neighbor that lives down the road
came to talk to me though
The more of us that lies, I guess kids don't live or die
'Cause we're makin' this music that's making you lose it
So,
Crown
For somethin' wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bones
See'ing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for anything
(Intro - Whispered)
It's that type of thing right here
Yeah
Vacant Lot dumb niggas!
Make it hot dumb niggas!
Made Men dumb niggas!
No matter what
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day
As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
as a gateway
Draw ye another opposite
In the same angle and direction
Dig ye and find
That which I have hidden
There shall ye find
The underground entrance
the Back Ditch, the Iron Men of Mourne
Then Carson cut the first sod in his fancy city shoes
And someone said, get digging boys, there's lots of work to do
Dominated by fears
We eat, we drink
Locked underground like a small ant
Controlled by the rules
We speak, we save
Dragging overtime as a grain
Say what you oughta, world outta order
Paid the cost father time ain't never lost
The boss, y'all ain't heard it?
I work it, uh, the senior circuit
accomplishment
That free men dragging their feet had been
Outdistanced by slave workers
Dragging their chains
And we were sore afraid
Perhaps this was a disguised
Ten thousand niggas, Short live on stage
Underground tapes was all they ever heard
But the whole crowd sang along with me word for word
And that
years since that shit happened
But Too Short don't stop rappin'
In '85, I was on the right page
Ten thousand niggaz, Short live on stage
Underground
By the storm-torn shoreline a woman is standing
The spray strung like jewels in her hair
And the sea tore the rocks near the desolate landing
I have been waiting for this
I've been writing these songs for too long not to drink a bit
Get up and work now
Man that I am singing, "Down, Jack,
live!)
I'm stuck underground but I'm sporadic
I'm hooked, in producing
I'm planting the seeds, then do it again, I'm a spore addict
I'm JK, you JJ, cuz you
there where wishes could come true
cnd maybe if this all works out, I could comfort you
But I don't know if I'll be back tonight
I don't know if I'll live
me a shower pout my close on in go to work
Jungle got no trust cause you gat to pay them Bill men
Got to keep in hassle just to find a way to heat
I'm
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